The Death Knell

Morty is actually very capable with his hands and has some artistic talent. He removed the light bulb and smashed it, leaving the lamp head. He then tore the sheets into strips and wrapped them around them, then tied them tightly to form a spinning top.

He placed the top on the ground and let it spin as described in the movie.

Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, it kept spinning in place without any intention of stopping.

"Rick, I'm sure, I'm really trapped in a dream."

"People with normal IQs can actually determine something in just one minute, but you actually delayed it for so long."

Although Deathstroke Rick complained, he was not angry. There was the sound of welding on the other side of the conversation. He seemed to be making something, and he continued:

"Well, you didn't go there just to steal the dream anyway. All you have to do now is escape, so you understand."

"I understand, Rick. I'm a fan of director Nolan. I'm familiar with "Inception" and "Batman Trilogy."" Morty's eyes fell on the toilet in the corner of the prison: "This is A digital Limbo, and all I have to do is commit suicide to return myself to the upper dream.”

"Not bad, you've learned how to answer questions, so let's start your performance." Deathstroke Rick said, and there was the sound of drinking.

After learning the truth, Morty also gained motivation. Although Rick was not around, as long as someone taught him what to do.

He is not as good at fighting as his sister Xia Mo, but he thinks he is smarter than her sister.

Wrap the remaining sheets tightly into a ball, stuff it into the toilet, and press the flush button to release the water. Soon he has a toilet full of water.

Then, Morty gritted his teeth and smashed two of his arms on the wall, then jumped and somersaulted, and stuck his head into the toilet in an upside-down position.

He drowned himself.

Although it is painful, he is a boy who can endure hardships.

The world shook like a sea of ​​blocks, and everything was rewritten in an instant. Limbo, which was absurd and exaggerated, but in line with Morty's inner thoughts, was buried. It was actually the madness and helplessness deep in a certain Morty's heart. .

But this has nothing to do with the current hero Morty. One second he was just in the darkness after death, and the next second he opened his eyes.

He wakes up in his bed at home, the sun is just emerging on the street, and his crush Jessica is jogging past the window.

Subconsciously, he reached for his 'magic wand', but the next second, he recalled what happened before his death, spread out his palm, and found that the simple top was still in his hand.

"Deathstroke Rick? Are you there?"

"I'm here, sorry kid, you're still in a dream, and it's a very dangerous dream, because at this time, another Rick is doing alien experiments in the garage. If he discovers your abnormality, I can't protect you. You, you will probably be transformed into a robot, right?"

When the sound of the death knell came, he seemed a little more cautious.

"I understand, but he can't stop me from committing suicide." Morty climbed up from the bed and put on a yellow T-shirt and blue jeans: "Is it so difficult to want to die? This dream should not be much different from reality. .”

Although he said this, Morty still spun the top. This time he was smarter and just watched it for a minute before he was sure.

"Don't be so sure. First of all, you don't even know who the dream master is on this level. If that person doesn't want you to die, it might be difficult for you to resist."

Deathstroke poured cold water on him and told the key to the problem:

"We all know that dreams often unfold according to the wishes of their owners. We took advantage of the loopholes in the upper level of dreams. Many Mortys helped distract you, but if the owner of this level of dreams thinks that you should exist , then you will exist, even from death to death, understand?"

"I don't understand." Morty showed his hidden fox face again.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you listen to me, I guarantee that you will die." Deathstroke replied with certainty, and also guaranteed: "Generally speaking, the death packages here are divided into three levels, euthanasia, tragic death, and death. Qiaoqiao, which one do you like?"

"Die Qiaoqiao! Die Qiaoqiao for me. Although I can't tell what's wrong with this dream state yet, I definitely can't stay here." Morty didn't hesitate. It didn't cost any money anyway, so he directly chose the top match. .

As soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door was opened. The stick figure picture that Morty hung on the wall shook a few times, but the thumbtack fell off and fell to the ground.

"Are you awake? Come down and have breakfast."

The person who opened the door was a burly man wearing an apron. How should I put it? He probably had the figure of Schwarzenegger, with the face of Tom Cruise, and he spoke with a sexy Italian accent.

"Uh who are you?"

Morty was very wary of strangers appearing in his home, and he covered his chest.

Who knew that the man just smiled indulgently, made a bodybuilding posture with his body back, showing off his biceps that beat like basketballs, and replied:

"Have you fallen asleep? Morty, I'm your father Jerry. Go wash your face and brush your teeth quickly, and then come downstairs to eat."

After saying that, the strong man Jerry tossed his hair and went downstairs very coolly.

The boy was indeed stupid, but not because he slept, but because he was scared.

Who is Jerry? He was supposed to be a middle-aged, unemployed man with a shabby appearance, accomplished nothing, and had no characteristics.

But now he has become a person who combines the best qualities of all Hollywood male stars? This is so wrong!

In order not to attract the attention of Rick in the dream, Morty obediently went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and whispered: "Deathstroke Rick, I found something abnormal. Jerry seems to have a genetic mutation. This must be a biological crisis. I need it now." Shelter and enough weapons.”

"Stupid! You are going to die, don't think about surviving in the apocalypse." Deathstroke corrected him, and then gave an analysis: "The owner of this dream turned Jerry into a perfect male model. This is what that person has in mind. The ideal state, so this dream should belong to your mother or your sister, but I still need more information."

"Why can't it be Jerry's own dream?" Morty wiped his face with a towel: "I make myself perfect in my dreams, I do that occasionally."

"Because Jerry is so mediocre and has limited imagination. He never dreamed of being so perfect." Deathstroke replied regretfully.

"It makes sense." Morty touched his chin, thoughtfully: "My mother always wanted to make my father full of manliness, and my sister also wanted to make her father more decent than the fathers of her classmates, so they both have Suspect, what should I do next?”

"Go downstairs to eat, then find out more information, and finally let the owner of the dream kill you." Deathstroke instructed.

Morty swallowed and slowly left the bedroom and walked downstairs. At first glance, he saw his mother who was dressed in jewelry and looked about twenty years younger. However, his sister Xia Mo had not changed much.

He instantly understood who the owner of this dream was.